Originally Posted by
mista_mo
a new bit that is classified as still "pre alpha". This time, the focus is on one of the fine staff here, I'll leave it as a surprise though, too try and get ya too read it lol.
Pretty quick right up, hope it ain't too bad though. Undergoing revision at some point (after I get the others down and finished) This one isn't even finished though, and i plan on adding a lot more to this little bit. It may seem a bit disjointed in places, but again, I'm gonna fix it up later.
"Everyone derives some form of pleasure in most activities they partake in. From the simple feeling of accomplishment for a job well done, to the physical bond 2 people can share with one another, will cause the partakers to feel some form of pleasure. Even those whom would be thought of as sadistic and debased garner pleasure from their favorite activities. It is an inescapable aspect of this life, and is one of the most compelling emotions a person can feel. However, too much pleasure can dull the senses; rendering the party to seek out new and more decadent ways to fulfill their bliss. It may take years, but eventually the feeling of satisfaction and well begin is replaced with the rawest of human emotions- that of anger. Unable to reach the state of bliss they were once able to grasp so easily drives even the stoutest and most formidable person insane, and drives them forever foreword down a a path so decadent, murderous, and sexually immoral that it destroys that person, and those closest to them. The Demise of the individual isn't always the outcome, nor is it always the wanted outcome. The mental destruction of the strong willed, and the morale degeneration of the godly, and restrained is often the desired outcome.
This is the doing of a being who continually pushes the boundaries of pleasure, one who can command the very desires and fantasies of the mortals that walk the plane of light, and take away that most base of human emotions- Joy and Bliss. He is the Greater demon of earthly Desires, the ultimate pleasure seeker, and the patron deity of the sexually liberated, the gluttons, the greedy, and those brave few who wish to push the boundaries of the senses as far as they can go.
He goes by many aliases. Pleasure seeker, the Eternal Watcher, the Lord Of decadence, and the Herald of Bliss. His true name is known to all but the highest ranked in the hell Kabal, but he is refereed to as "MinionZombie" by those who study the dark arts. The very utterance of his true name causes those who hear it too fall to the ground, and writhe in agony. Their heart begins to pound in their chest, and all the blood in their body grows thin and water like. Pleasure receptors in the brain go hay wire and begin to send out their signals randomly, filling the body with blissful agony. Every fantasy becomes reality, and it is as if they experience every pleasure all at once. The human body can only take so much of anything- even pure unbridled bliss- before it shuts down and ceases to operate. The process the individual undergoes looks and sounds horrifying, their body convulsing in ways the human body cannot, their voice gaining a quiver, and their wails and screams filled with the voices of the damned. Indeed, any who witness such an event would be driven away; their mind filled with images so horrifying that they dare not think of them again.
Minion gains much satisfaction whenever someone utters his voice."
Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there--on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. [click for more]
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